It's my turn to cry after the scumbag

A fishy and sweet smell lingered in his nostrils, Ruan Yubai supported the sink expressionlessly, and looked at the pale girl in the mirror.

The originally quiet pink lip is dotted with a red bead, which slowly melts into a bright and dazzling color. When it reaches the edge of the lip, it is about to fall, and when it is lingering in the flowing water, it turns into a light lily crabapple. color.

And the novel in his pocket was extremely gloating, whirling and floating again, the word "beating" was almost written on his face, waving the pages of the book wildly in the air.

Ruan Yubai closed her eyes.

There was still a bit of tingling in the stomach, and the burning in the throat, together with the messy hair, they all warned her: the will of the Lord of the World must not be violated!

Ruan Yubai said that he has read thousands of novels, and the matter has developed to such a point, where is there anything he doesn't understand?

Want to break away from the script and be uniquely beautiful?That is dreaming!Ruan Yubai has to follow this plot to survive. Today's vomiting of blood is just a small warning. If he is not obedient in the future, it may not be such a mouthful of blood.

Such thoughts hovered in my mind and gradually took shape, but I don't know if it was because of too much stimulation today. At this time, Ruan Yubai was not only not afraid, but even grinned disdainfully. I don't know who he was talking to softly: "The heroine's relatives have to spit blood when they die. When the heroine was forcibly marked for the first time, he was also vomited blood in the stomach by the heroine's heavy hammer. Even I, the cannon fodder female supporting role, vomited blood before dying in love. Did the author except for this trick Nothing else?"

As soon as the words fell, the burning pain in her stomach came, and she felt the discomfort of deoxygenation again, and then coughed up another mouthful of blood!

Holding on to the table and taking a few deep breaths, Ruan Yubai's contemptuous smile became heavier instead, and the annoyance was forced to be suppressed. Instead, she forced herself to calm down, and after breathing heavily, she grabbed hold of the remnant book that was still circling in the air.

Page by page, Ruan Yubai tore it down very slowly, until strips of debris covered the table, then gathered and crumpled into a ball, and then threw them all into the singing toilet, and directly pressed the flush key.

Who are you scaring here?This can still be tolerated, Ruan Yubai is not a good beta with iron blood!

When the door of the bathroom opened again, the girl who came out had a clean face and a sweet smile. Apart from her complexion being a few degrees pale, there was no trace of strangeness. Ruan Yubai scratched her head when she met Shang Qingling's lacquer eyes Said: "Sorry, I saw this toilet just now, and suddenly I couldn't hold back the interest of singing, and sang a little bit of "Pikachu" along with its rhythm."

When the skin is touched, I am very happy.

Of course Qingling could see that she was talking nonsense, but she didn't expose it, and asked softly, "I haven't heard of this song, what are the lyrics?"

Ruan Yubai opened his eyes and began to make up nonsense: "How should an electric mouse stand for a long jump?"

"Oh." Qingling slightly raised her lips, "Then you sing a few lines?"

Ruan Yubai: ...

This is her nonsense, how does she know how to sing this song?

However, facing the cold eyes of the heroine, Ruan Yubai swallowed her saliva and gave up struggling.

After a brief silence, it was her distorted singing that was out of tune twenty miles away.

"The mountain road here has eighteen bends, and Pikachu here has to jump long."

"Let's learn long jump together, and Pipipipi together."

"Pika Ping, Pika Pong, Pika Pong, Pika Pong, Pikachu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chuchu Chucky's Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky Pikachu Chucky

It's true that the composer would cry when he heard it, and Xiaozhi's heart would break when he saw it.

The curve on Qingling's thin lips almost never let go. After she finished singing, she clapped her hands unhurriedly a few times, and praised: "It's really good."

The joking feeling almost does not need to look carefully, it has already overflowed from the words.

Ruan Yubai was angry.

What kind of noble, cold and perfect heroine is all nonsense. Who is she doing all this for?

Ruan Yubai was grinding her teeth in anger, her chest heaved and fell with anger, and the penguin wings on her nightgown that were used as decorations began to swing back and forth.

As if suddenly remembering something, Ruan Yu said blankly: "By the way, I forgot to take your clothes."

Then she unscrewed the door of the bathroom, took the initiative to pick up a pile of brand-new clothes that had not been unpacked on the laundry table, deliberately shook them in front of Qingling, and then let go with a "snap", and the new clothes fell It fell into the trash can precisely, "I'm sorry, Pikachu lacks battery life, and it ran out of battery halfway through the jump."

This is really childish, not to mention angry, Qingling is laughing so hard that tears are about to flow out.

Seeing her unhurried and leisurely look, Ruan Yubai was even more angry, and immediately turned off the lights in the corridor with a click, and said in a strange way: "For the next generation of penguins, for the future of polar bears, and for the tomorrow of flowers and plants, we It should save as much electricity as possible, what do you think, Ms. Qing?"

This is Ruan Yubai's personal habit, she calls anyone she dislikes a lady.

For example, her own mother.

Another example is the heroine Qing Ling.

So in the hazy darkness, Qing Ling said thoughtfully, "That's right."

He also added: "In this way, Pikachu can also battery life."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Now Ruan Yubai really regrets it, why did she tear up that disgusting dog-blood novel just now?The person she should really tear up is the heroine!

The corridor with the lights turned off is dark and steep, and only the small flashlight in Ruan Yubai's hand is used for illumination, faintly emitting a little warm light, invading every inch of the invisible corner like running water in the middle of the night.

It looks like a horror movie, not to mention Qing Ling, Ruan Yubai herself was frightened by this scene and got goosebumps all over her body.

Seeing that the bedroom was almost approaching, Ruan Yubai took out the key of the bedroom, and when he saw the picture frame opposite, he suddenly had an idea, cleared his throat and said, "By the way, Ms. Qing, I forgot to tell you that at night Be sure to close the door when you sleep."

She used a flashlight to take a look at the medieval oil painting at the back. The picture was originally a warm yellow and orange, with greenery on the arched bridge. The woman with long golden hair was facing the fruit stand with her back, and she was holding a hair in her arms. A snow-white cat, the structure of the painting is extremely delicate.

However, under the light of this lamp, no matter it is a woman or a cat, they all show a gloomy tone. Even the fresh and sweet fruits seem to have rotted into foul-smelling flesh. The place where the white light shines is hazy, like It was a few maggots.

Ruan Yubai shook his arm, he was terrified, and he was still here to scare others: "Do you know why?"

There is no need for Qingling to answer, she said to herself: "My father should have told you that the foothold of this house turned out to be a market with many fruit stalls on it. There is a legend that there was a woman who used to Go hold the cat and smell the smell of fresh fruit. The fruit stand is gone now, but the woman still keeps this habit, so when night comes, it will reappear, but because there is no fruit stand, she will turn her head resentfully... "

The girl's slightly trembling voice passed through the closed space in the corridor. I didn't realize that my voice was trembling, and I continued: "So when you come out at night, you must not look at the portrait. This is nothing, the most important thing Yes, it's the cat in her arms, it turns black every night..."

Ruan Yubai herself admired her imagination. She felt that she had a great talent for telling horror stories. After all, she had already scared herself. Just as she was swallowing her saliva and wanted to continue, she suddenly heard Qingling say, "It's the neck! A black cat with a little bell on it?"

Blinking stupidly, Ruan Yubai subconsciously asked, "How do you know?"

She hasn't finished it yet.

"Because the cat is standing behind you?"

Ow!

Ruan Yu was stunned for a moment, and then the hairs all over her body trembled. She was about to scold her for talking nonsense, when she heard a series of crisp bells coming from behind.

Because she was standing facing Qingling, she was so frightened that she didn't even have the strength to turn her head back. Her neck was like a decaying machine that hadn't been lubricated for a long time, and it would rattle when it was broken.

"You, don't lie!" The ups and downs of the voice have already revealed my fear. Ruan Yubai heard people say that the mind is a very powerful thing. As long as your imagination is accurate enough and your beliefs are pious enough, the imagined things can be done. come true.

Why didn't she know that she still had this ability?When she was taking the history test, her desire for Doraemon memory bread was also very sincere, why didn't it come true at that time!

"It's already here."

Almost as soon as this light voice fell, a ball of furry brushed the girl's bare ankle.

Ruan Yubai couldn't bear such fear anymore, and this time she really instinctively threw herself on Qingling's body. The powerlessness, fear and anger that had been barely suppressed this day all broke out, and the voices of her screams were full of tears: "Get it away, woo woo woo, don't let it come over!"

"It's okay, it's just an ordinary cat." Qingling patted her on the shoulder reassuringly.

Seeing that Qingling was about to squat down and pet the cat, Ruan Yubai completely collapsed. Sure enough, not everyone can be a heroine!

She hugged the girl's neck firmly, and she had long since left behind her previous oath of "holding the heroine, you are worse than dreaming", almost wanting to embed herself in the embrace that smelled of freesia, wailing Non-stop: "You bastard, don't touch it, isn't it enough for you to touch me?"

It's too perverted, what kind of tiger-wolf term is this?

Compared with Ruan Yubai's physique of a salted fish soft girl, Qingling's body lines are tighter and more beautiful. It looks slender, but in fact, every inch of muscle contains delicate strength.

In other words, it is very safe.

Ruan Yu's nose burst into tears, and she forgot all thoughts of revenge. At this moment, she held onto her tightly as if seeing a savior, crying until her nasal sound almost came out. Doudou Penguin will flap its wings in disdain when it sees her.

However, this non-aggressive mass of soft berry fruit suddenly made Qing Ling froze.

From birth to now, Qingling has been brought up according to the strictest education. She has been placed with great hopes in the family, but it is precisely because of this that the elders are strict with her, and other juniors respect Qingling even more when they see her. There was a little fear in her heart, no one dared to get close to her, this was the first time she was so close to others.

Of course, this is not enough to make her freeze, the more important thing is——

Qing Ling's tone was flat: "Miss Ruan, you pressed my gland."